The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1933 Holding back and not letting go

"Why did he pick me up? It's not convenient."

Song Yuan asked tentatively, "Didn't he often pick you up and drop you off when you were on the set?"

"Oh," Nan Jiaojiao gently put down the legs of the chair. Her sitting posture is still not that of an elegant lady, but she is leisurely and indifferent in her bones, and the comfort around her body sets off her dust-like temperament. It's just that there is a hint of a smile between her eyebrows. , feeling a little cold for no reason, "Anyway, we see her every day at home, so it's okay if we don't see her for a while during the day."

Song Yuan secretly took a deep breath.

This bitch!

Why did she use that casual tone?

If it were any other woman, let alone being favored by Bo Yanqing, she would be happy for a long time even if she could have a direct conversation with her, but she would be totally disdainful!
Song Yuan was jealous in her heart, but she was also curious about how Bo Yanqing got along with Nan Jiaojiao in private. She tried to make excuses, but Nan Jiaojiao insisted on reading the reply.

It's like being sick.

I didn't even get a few words out, but I was very angry.

Song Yuan simply stopped talking and fell asleep on the pillow. She didn't set the alarm on purpose. She thought that Nan Jiaojiao would not leave her here alone when she was sleeping.

Who would have thought that I could vaguely hear someone's voice next to my ear.

She didn't want to wake up, so she was pushed on her shoulder, "Yanyuan, get up and have a meal, don't just fall asleep."

Song Yuan opened her eyes impatiently and saw Mrs. Song's concerned face. She immediately looked around, "Where is Nan Jiaojiao?"

"I'm still here, Miss Song."

Song Yuan glanced at her and frowned. She asked Mrs. Song to help her up. Mrs. Song ordered the servants to set up a small table on the bed to put food on. Song Yuan raised her hand to stop her.

"Jiaojiao, I don't want to lie on the bed anymore. I want to eat at the coffee table. Could you please carry me there?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked over. Song Yuan added: "I was thinking that you were the one who carried me onto the stretcher last night. They didn't have the strength."

Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to understand the strange sarcasm and responded cheerfully.

She picked up Song Yuan from the bed, and Mrs. Song quickly grabbed a thin blanket to cover her legs, guarding her carefully, and followed her to the sofa.

Nan Jiaojiao just let go, but before she could straighten up, Song Yuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

"Jiaojiao, let's eat together. Mom brought a lot of food."

Nan Jiaojiao refused: "No, I'm leaving."

"Are you going?"

Song Yuan tightened his hold on her hand and pressed her down on the sofa, "You've been taking care of me for a whole day, and I can't even let you take a bite, and -"

She paused deliberately and said meaningfully: "I will continue to trouble you tonight. How can I survive without eating?"

"At night?" Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows twitched.

"Yes, my mother just brought me food. The place where she lives now is not convenient. She has to go back to the hotel to clean up later. Besides, my father was called away by some friends in Rongcheng. He will inevitably drink too much at night. I Mom still has to take care of her, so she doesn’t have time to take care of me.”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed heartily.

She just mentioned that she wanted to eat the sweet and sour chicken wings made by Bo Yanqing, which made Song Yuan think about it and refused to let her go.

She came to do a show today. Song Yuan also knew that she was doing a show and cooperated. At this time, she couldn't stand it anymore. She probably thought that if she let her go, Nan Jiaojiao would make out with Bo Yanqing. She was lying in the hospital. Why are you sulking?

"Sorry, it's inconvenient tonight. I'll come back tomorrow."

Song Yuan pursed her lips in grievance, "Mom, Jiaojiao, she..."